Chapter 7
“I figured they’d be better than the bikes for getting around here on the farm. It’s your wedding present. Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding?” I asked, tears in my eyes. “I love it! Thank you so much!”
I threw myself into his arms—only to have him pry me off.
“No touching,” he said smugly, tossing my own rule back at me. “Do you want to try yours tonight or ride with me?”
“With you, please. I’d rather practice on it in full light.”
“Here’s your helmet,” he said, handing me a half helmet.
After he buckled his on, he spread his towel over the seat. Yep, definitely a quick learner. He climbed on, and I climbed up behind him. As he started up the motor, I realized I was in hot water. The engine throbbed between my naked thighs. My body was pressed flush against his back. My se
